End

 

She sits there with her back to the cold wall…

She isn’t comfortable but she doesn’t mind,

She can’t think

She cannot even breathe right,

Not without a struggle…

For her heart has a faint beat…

And it slows to a stop each time she inhales.

 

She sits there crying salty tears,

Tears with deadly concentration of pain,

Falling quickly down her icy cheeks…

Slowly dissolving the sanity within her:

Quickly…

Painfully…

 

She rings her hands thoughtlessly,

And tries to pace herself, not to draw too much blood,

Holds her knees tightly to her full chest,

And lets her long hair cover her.

It seems so simple and so trivial…

Happiness is such a distant thought,

So long forgotten.

 

She sits there with her back to the cold wall…

She isn’t comfortable but she doesn’t mind,

 

She can’t think

She cannot even breathe right,

Not without a struggle…

For her heart has a faint beat…

And it slows to a stop each time she inhales.

 

She looks up, her name was being called,

Curiosity an unknown voice, one sign of hope,

Gone in a second, a handsome stranger,

So unknown, so differently interested…

But looking away she forces a smile…

It doesn’t matter anyway…

 

She sits there with her back to the cold wall…

She isn’t comfortable but she doesn’t mind,

She can’t think

She cannot even breathe right,

Not without a struggle…

For her heart has a faint beat…

And it slows to a stop each time she inhales,

Soon enough, she knows it’s going to end.

Reviews

[Natasha Ashway]

Empath!
;-)

A spirit; she who suffers alone, is concieved through your words. We all know her, have seen her, passed by her, dwelt on her existence for an inkling of a second or a long while - depending on our dispostions.
Your words put up the memory of her again, reminds us i.e. your audience, that she is still out there waiting for hope.
Thank you for the thought that must lead to future action. It is beautifully sculpted.
Wonderful imagery, wonderful emotion, wonderful poem!

[forfila]

This is so sad Laura, I hope you are really not this sad =( Really, you had me encapsulated in her "your" emotions and it was tearing me apart as I read it.
Almost so much so that I kept on feeling it when I stopped reading for a second.
It does feel kind of pessimistic to me, thats why I mention, that I hope its not to real.

Its a good read,
nice work Laura.

[Wolfwind Words]

It's a tragedy, that life seems to spiral down to times like this that you paint for us.
What you write is true, that the feeling of hoplesness is strong with in our modern day culture.
Yet, this makes me ask why? Why must we let people fall down so far.
Is it fear?
Is it because we are blind?
My heart reaches out to those who are falling. I gladly throw them a line and would help them up.
Great image that you paint for us!
Great and tragic poetry!